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James glanced at his clock. 1:00AM glowed brightly into his bright blue eyes. His stomach growled loudly and filled the silence. He decided to head downstairs for a small snack. Just to hold his hunger over until morning.

He walked past the door to his dad's study where a single light illuminated a sliver of the hallway. He heard his parents' voices from within. James crept closer to the door to see his mother's fiery red hair facing him and covering his father's face. What were they doing up this late?

"Don't you think they have the right to know? They're your children for Christ sake!"

His father pinched the bridge of his nose, "No. This is supposed to be a safe world for them. Why tell them about the horrid past?"

"Because they have a right to know why their father is famous."

"You know it's forbidden to speak of. Even if I wanted to, I can't. We need not plague their minds."

"If you don't tell them, either someone else or I will."

"You wouldn't dare. You know the consequences of telling the young ones of Voldemort."

"I don't care about the bloody consequences! Why should we hide it?"

"There is a reason they banned books from printing things from our childhood. There is so much to the story you don't know. There was a prophecy made afterwards. A prophecy I heard with my own ears. If an easily influenced child is told the tale... History will repeat itself, but perhaps with a different ending."

"History will... You mean, there will be a new..."

"Yes. We must keep it a secret. A secret that will protect our present and our futures."

James backed away slowly from the door. What in history will repeat itself? What was a "Voldemort"? What did it even do? The study door creaked and James scurried off to the kitchen for his snack. He glanced back to see his father absent-mindedly rubbing the scar on his forehead. The one from a broom accident. Or... Was it not even a broom accident after all?

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Harry and friends are all grown up. Now, it is Albus' first year at Hogwarts and James' second. He knows his father has done something momentous, but he doesn't know what. The younger kids have their own adventures. While their siblings go to school and their parents are at work, what sort of trouble will they get into? There was a prophecy told the night of the final battle. If too many find out about the past, a new Dark Lord may rise to power. The wizarding world is determined not to let history repeat itself. But, is it really possible to keep a secret as big as this one? With certain wizards still running around, is it safe?

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Topic Started: Aug 7 2010, 04:46 PM (256 Views)
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James was angry. He wanted, more than anything, to know what his father had done to earn such respect. As much as he loved the fame and the attention that came with it, he couldn't fully accept it until he knew why. What could Harry Potter have done in the past? It had had to be before James' birth. Had he done something momentous during school? James sighed. No, of course not. How could anyone get famous at school. Still, the thought was intriguing. Maybe he, James, could do something to make himself known. He didn't want to be in his father's shadow. He wanted to be his own man. Well, to a point. He wanted to be different, yet the same, if that were even possible. He admired his father, looked up to him. He wanted to grow up to be just as good as Harry was. But, he didn't want to be compared to him all his life. As the oldest, it happened to him more often than Albus or Lily.

He stood up. Maybe there was something in his father's office. Harry's office was off-limits to the Potter children. Still, James was able to sneak in every now and then. Now, his parents were having the "you're going to Hogwarts" talk with his brother. This was his chance. James crept down the hallway. When he reached the very last door, he stopped. Slowly, he turned the handle and opened the door. He knew that, should he push to hard, the old door would creak. Thankfully, it stayed silent and allowed him to enter the room. It was a rather average-looking room. It had a computer (a Muggle contraption that Harry liked to use), a bookcase, and a large desk full of drawers. James started with the bookcase.

He pulled books off shelves and flipped through them. Though interesting to read, there was nothing about his father's past in any of them. Well, he hadn't expected there to be. There were laws against printing certain things about the past. James would never understand why. Still, he pressed on. The top of his father's desk was almost bare. There was a journal that James flipped through. But, it only contained his father's slanty handwriting. Closing the journal, he placed it back on the desk. Then, he opened the top drawer. He gasped. There was a large piece of parchment on the top. It seemed to be folded many times. On the front, it said "Messrs Mooney Wormtail Padfoot & Prongs are proud to present" Then, a little ways beneath that, it said "The Marauder's Map". The lower words were surrounded by a large castle with a flag that read "Hogwarts". James unfolded the parchment. Inside, there was a detailed map of the castle. However, the strange (or not so strange) part was that there were names inside the castle. Very few, of course, because it was summer, but they were moving. It was as if the map was live. Just as he was turning to the next page, James heard footsteps in the hall. Before he knew it, the doorknob was turning. He was going to be caught! Quickly, he shoved the parchment into his pocket and dove under the desk. Hopefully, he wouldn't be seen.
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